Let’s get this out of the way first: You’re not fat. You’re not even close. You barely register as a “big girl”. Anyone who does not use Hollywood as a guide to the female body type can see this. You certainly aren’t a hideous, backpedaling cow like Laura Ingraham (someone please feed this woman, the malnourishment has impaired her rational thinking). I’ve never been one of those “be proud of your fat self” kind of people, but I think a bit of reality is needed when it comes to the traditional “standard” of beauty. If you have a penis (attached, that is) and you are holding out for a girl who looks like a Playboy model, let me give you one piece of advice: be prepared to settle. If you can handle a little truth and realize that the majority of women in the world are not built like comic book heroines, kudos to you.








